by Bartholomew Barker, United States
We ravaged our hotel room like an aging rock star after a career of gold records and groupies. We overachieved, accomplishments both gory and glorious. We flung our fellow men to the Moon, our robots to the stars. We tamed the wilderness, consumed it whole until Poseidon swallowed the seaside cities, Thor hammered the flatlands and Shiva burned the rest, leaving our balding corpse naked on the toilet, gasoline overdose still in our veins.